Hour 23 image prompt – red on red
Red on red religiously
Red on read then sleep
Reply on green
Glorious lil gungeon
Dungeon done scarlet red
Hungry for the red room
Red on red receipt
Red better undead
Read butter deceit
What is Love…
The desire to launch into a club hit
is almost unbearable
Thinking of bass hits
and flashing lights
and muscles on display
Followed quickly by
two men bobbing their heads in time
making fools of themselves
while others laugh
In this mad dash to the end
this will be the rhythm that keeps my brain going
Club music, flashing lights, dancing bodies
My Mother – Hour 15
My mother is a good person
but not as pretty as most mom’s
Her hands are gnarled and bumpy
her backs not straight or strong
Her hair is thin not lush and long
her teeth have been long gone
If her teeth were white and full
Her smile would’ve been quite full
She loves me unconditionally
and I want to love her back I just wish she looked like all the rest to keep other kids from laughing like that
Radiant Orchid hour 24
Radiant Orchid
I found a new hair color
a metallic I hadn’t tried before
and my first day with the color
I saw a picture posted of me
sitting in the sun
a corona of radiant orchid waves
haloed my head as if a spotlight
shone down from above to capture
this aura of ultra violet entwined
with lavender moon, punky plum,
and 24 shades of purple
a glow I fell head over tresses
in love with, adore this miracle
galaxy of color and light, I order
more of this sensation
this conditioning color that nourishes
my hair, strengthens it, protects it
and I know it’s the right thing –
it’s half off – I buy three and I’m
in orchid heaven
~ J R Turek Hour 24
Straight to the Top
I have an unopened bottle of Citron in the refrigerator
and it has our names on it, baby.
Let’s hand trouble its calling card back
and put up “Come Back Tuesday” sign.
By then, we’ll be long gone.
Hour 23 prompt
A world not like this
In a world not like this, a wondrous dream,
A place where rainbows in the sky gleam,
The sun’s gentle warmth, a constant embrace,
Where raindrops fall, but not a single trace.
Trees adorned with fruits, branches bending low,
Shrubs with blossoms in a vibrant show,
Birds and bees dance in joyful harmony,
Streams flow gracefully, a soothing symphony.
Lion and deer, as friends, roam with grace,
Deer planting trees, in this harmonious space,
Monkeys share their fruits with mirth,
In this tranquil realm, a rare, serene birth.
Calmness fills the air, a peaceful scene,
No battles fought, no anger in between,
Love blossoms everywhere, hearts entwine,
Peaceful winds whisper, a world so divine.
By
Shreya Suraj
SOJOURNERS (hour xxiii)
The world grows
in the beauty of
creative expansion
Preparing each for
the innovative purpose
of inclusive enthronement
Toward the permanence
of a solaced retirement
that is boundless and forever
*Inspired by the text prompt
Hour 11 : Unsettling
They should create a me that is normal; I think that would be really cool. They should create a life that is bearable, easy sleep, a winter that doesn’t feel like decay, a spring that doesn’t feel like the past, a head that doesn’t hurt, a heart that doesn’t sit in your chest like a rock, a body that doesn’t hate you, a hometown that won’t drive you insane, and a university that won’t kill you.
“In the hour of silence”
There’s no energy remains,
Just a drop of blood that taste like coffee,
I’m in the hour of silence, madness.
Or maybe silence sounds like weakness,
A few breads to eat,
My rice cooker not yet meeting its red mark.
I’m yet in the dark.
A little spark still clamoring,
Behind my desk, behind my words,
Silence, silence as the music speaks.
The only words that I hear on this hour.
Its not sadness,
Just in pure possession with the words.
#POETRYMARATHON2023 #HOUR22 #24HRSCATEGORY
The Future
Hour Twenty-Two
The future is written
with invisible ink
and solidified by
the permanence of our
choices and action.